Here are some pictures of where we are going, I got them from a random website:
Experiences and relationships, and the thoughts or feelings that they inspire
Seeing as how birthday blogging is the new black, I am going to jump on this glory train and dedicate this blog to my dear friend Collin. I don't know if you are going to read this on your birthday, especially since it is late into the day and you shouldn't be online anymore, at least I hope not.

Initially I wanted to tell, in depth, what happened on my birthday, but then I realized that it may be more enjoyable if I just put everything into a crazy list. So, here is my 21st birthday in a nutshell: Breakfast in bed, dutch babies, construction paper pop-up birthday cards, two hour psychology lab, one dollar organic bar-b-Que, one really eccentric German, ten meter high peer jumping, Frisbee in the south pacific, four-way Skype conversation, tear jerking moments on the telephone, home sickness, shower, dinner at Dux De Lux, great people, wonderful conversation, dark beer, Mediterranean pizza, one great Frank and Jacque surprise, ten pint tall glass of beer...aka a "Yardo", one ducks fart shot, five more beers, packed apartment, PBI
C crumpet with birthday candles, two matted pictures, one fork/spoon/knife camping utensil, seven liter jugs of beer, lots of people, trip to bus stop, random free vintage party bus leaving to an unknown destination, bus dance party with thirty people, random unknown bar, one round of "Jeager Bombs", two rounds of "Irish car bombs", three rum and cokes, one half hour of dancing, three shattered glasses compliments of Erik's flailing arms, one shot of peach schnapps, one concerned friend from Montana, two crazy friends from Montana, heaps of fun, one unanimous decision to walk home followed immediately by one random taxi ride into downtown, five people dancing on a picnic table inside of a club, one Madari sour shot, three guys "sticking it to the man", one ridiculous idea to break up a fight, one discreet taxi ride home at four in the morning, one smuggles passenger, one really cool taxi driver named Grahm, oSome of you may know that I am turning the big twenty-one this Thursday. It is strange because I have waited for this day for a very long time, and now that it is here I seem to be forgetting about it. I have always been excited to be able to go to a pub and spend quality time with my brothers. In the same way, I have patiently awaited the day when I can go out on a date sip on some wine, and talk about life with someone. Both of these activities seem to be very innocent, but for some reason a large number of people I know would disagree. Since arriving here in
Within the Christian community alcohol has a very strong stigma attached to it. It doesn't matter where you go, whether you're in
It is funny how we hear the “alcohol is from the devil” message, directly followed by a “God’s grace abounds” message. I am not saying that every Christian is overly legalistic, but I do think that legalism tries to sneak its way into all of our faiths. When I place my “legalistic lens” on to view God I see him as erratic unpredictable, and incapable of all manner of prejudices. When I view God this way I feel compelled to engage, or disengage, in some sort of behavior to appease him. Going to church on Sunday/Tuesday, becomes a superstitious insurance policy against his impulses. This God has expectations that are only fulfilled by perfection. When broken everyday people with this understanding of God fail, as the usually do, they expect some sort of twisted punishment. I can say that I have been here, broken and awaiting God’s punishment. So, what do I do? I continue to persevere in religious run-throughs, and I struggle to maintain a hollow image of a perfect self. The struggle itself is exhausting, and it can destroy our authenticity.
The beauty of all of this is that we do live shadowed under an inconceivable grace. By trusting in Gods consistent and faithful grace, we are able to be confident, free disciples. This is not to say we can act on any whim we have, but it does mean that we can live freely, engaging with one another…even if it is at a pub.